Song of Stoor
Stoor, worm of the sea, awakesHidden deep he lashes his tailAnd waves crash against the shipReminding the crew of their puninessFear risesMan can train the earthMan thrives on airy ideasBut water and fire are not controlled by airy logicWater and fire remind how things were before mindThe world created from the clash of fire and frostPrimordial forces of creationThe white crested foam frees childhood ghostsAttacks memories, flings feelingsStoor sings and the rigging whinesStoor laughs and the sails splitStoor sneezes and white froth stings across the deckStoor flips his tail and monumental wavesSubmerge the egoic figurehead,Soaking all aboardMen screamDoubt not who is king in this domainWhat next?You have a choiceStand respectfulAnd engage with this elementalThis ancient oneSteer a course in sympathy with the oceanWatch the curling waves approach the sternFace your past, your history, with acceptanceWith a firm intent to strive forward to your future,Or seek the depths and jumpAbandon ship, abandon choiceReject freedom and submerge yourself in subjugationEmbrace nothingness and listen to the mumblingsOf this ancient angry one
©Tony Beckingham between-the-worlds@hotmail.com
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